Alarm clocks and dreams don't mix

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My latest dream had me swimming 400 and 1500 freestyle races at National titles. Not events I go near normally. I did 4.11 in the 400, and I didn't get my time in the 1500. My friend from school who doesn't swim was there, and my school captain was staying where we were staying, or something.

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I had this dream a few days ago where at school we had to perform a play, and it was really weird. All I remember about the play was that I was talking to a friend of mine about something. Then after we performed, I was at this area in my school where my friends and I usually go at lunch and the only people there were me and this girl (who goes to my school), then I looked at my watch and I saw that one of my classes had started 10 minutes ago, and I asked the girl if she was going to class and she said no, so I decided to stay. Then I said "We'd better hide somewhere in case someone finds us." Then she said ok, and I pointed somewhere and we were somehow in my house and I was pointing towards my bedroom and I said "let's hide in there." When I got there, she was still standing in the other room and then I heard someone coming so I told her to hurry up, then my older brother came and then I woke up.

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Three nights ago, I dreamed that I recieved my incentive bonus check for regular attendance of my fire department training.  It was for $5,000, many times more than what my actual check would be.  That, and I won't be getting my first one for another year. 

The other night, I had a really strange one.  I was with some woman, and I think she was teaching me how to be a cop, or a private eye, or something.  We were chasing some bad guy, and ended up in a football stadium (the real, American kind, not the fake kind we call soccer over here).  We argued or something there, and he got away. 

Then, we're driving home (now through a forest, for some reason), and a cop flips on his lights behind us.  My partner (or whatever) tells me the best way to handle this is to pull a U-turn and pull over on the other side of the road.  So the cop pulls in front of us, and steps out.  It's the bad guy.  He pulls out a gun, and points it at me, then swings it over to my partner.  I go for the gun that, unfortunately, I'm not carrying.  He shoots her, then shoots me. 

My partner collapses, and now it's apparently a love story too, because I rush to her and hold her in my arms, and we cry and stuff.  It kinda ends abruptly, with me waking up, feeling all over my chest for that bullet hole. 

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Last night I had a couple of weird dreams.

On the first one all I remember was I just got out of Science class and I was talking to this girl about something (I forget what it was). Then 5 minutes later, I found out that I had the power to go back in time, so I went back to when I was talking to the girl, and then she asked me out and before I could say anything I was teleported to some house and outside it, there were these dead bodies there. This person came up to me and asked if I knew how they died, so then I went back to when they were alive, and that's all I remember.

On the second one I invented some sort of video game console that was really tall and it had wheels so you could move it around and I walked across Australia (along the way I saw the White House and the Eiffel Tower) and I was pushing the thing along with me for some reason, then later, all I remember is Nibbler was using it then even later, I was at this computer shop and I told them I invented a video game console and I was willing to sell it to them for $500 (I think), but the only problem was, I didn't have it with me at the time. I went outside and I saw the thing but it had been smashed and the pieces were scattered around the place, all I found was a few planks of wood and a Laptop computer (I also remember a Gameboy Advance and headphones were on it somewhere). Then when I decided to go home I saw that same girl I was talking to on the other dream and she was riding a bike down a road, then I saw another friend and he was on the other side of the road, so then i ran across a busy four-way intersection, then he started running away really fast and I was also running really fast and we were talking, then he said something about some aliens and then we ran into a barn and the next thing I know I was in this castle and Kang and Kodos locked us (and about 10 other people) into a closet and they grabbed one of them and said "We'll be back for the rest of you later" and left. We saw a window so I decided to go through it then for absolutly no reason I said "Okay, I'm coming right out the door! Damn, these windows are so hard to open!" I finally opened a window, but there was another one behind it. After about 10 windows, I finally opened the last one and climbed through, leaving everyone else there. When I got through, I realised that it was actually some gateway to another universe. Then when I finally realised there was no way home, I looked around and I was in my bathroom. I heard my brother say "22. I'm about to kill him" and he was walking towards me. Then I thought to myself "Hey, this is my dream, I can choose what happens!" Then my brother said "Negative 21. I don't have to kill him." He walked away and I looked at my watch and saw that it was one in the morning then I said "Now if only I can wake up at 10:00, but what will I do for 9 hours? Well, since it's my dream I can do whatever I want" and then I woke up and it was 9:30.

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I had a dream last night about meeting Lamp....he came to Perth and said we were meeting up with TLL, Rach and some other PEELers in the city....

Then later I dreamt that a girl from work asked me to fill in for her boyfriend while he was away....we ended up on the lounge kissing and stuff....

Good times....

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Somebody told me that you have to wake up within one hour since your dream finish to remember your dream. That rarely happens to me, I know I dream from time to time but I rarely remember my dream.

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People sleep in cycles of 90 minutes, dreaming usually occurs at the end of a cycle.
Deep sleep repairs the body while REM sleep repairs the mind (apparently).

Also, it's thought to be easier to go asleep with warm extremities (feet, hands, etc.) so if you have cold feet before going to bed, throw on a pair 'o socks! 

Top ten things to say if caught sleeping at your desk:
10. “They told me at the blood bank this might happen.”

9. “This is just a 15 minute power-nap like they raved about in that time-management course you sent me to.”

8. “Whew! Guess I left the top off the liquid paper. You probably got here just in time!”

7. “I wasn't sleeping! I was meditating on the mission statement and envisioning a new paradigm.”

6. “I was testing my keyboard for drool resistance.”

5. “I was doing a highly specific Yoga exercise to relieve work-related stress. Are you discriminatory toward people who practice Yoga?”

4. “Rats! Why did you interrupt me? I had almost figured out a solution to our biggest problem.”

3. “The coffee machine is broken...”

2. “Someone must have put decaf in the wrong pot...”

And the #1 best thing to say if you get caught sleeping at your desk:

1. “...Amen.”

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*Bumpy*

Last night I had a dream that was very similar to Jurassic Bark. It was very chilling yet happy at the same time.

Someone told me that they'd found a way to bring my dog back from the dead. And that if I wanted to, I could have her. So I said yeah straight away and then later on in the dream, she was with me. Large as life, playing with me and running around as if nothing had ever happened to her. But the effects were only temporary, and I wasn't aware of how long we had togetehr in the dream. But it never got to that point anyway. It was very chilling to see my dog running aorund in my dream. It was very spooky actually. My dog died 11 years ago when I was 10 years old, yet in my dream, she was very young again, and I was the age I am now. She still recognised me even though I was only 10 at the time, and now I'm almost 21. My appearance has obviously changed, but she still recognised me after all these years.

It was a happy, sad, yet haunting dream all in one   

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Lately I've been woken up by my clock radio while I'm still dreaming. I blame SSRI's. It's confusing. You instantly forget everything you dream.

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Moose: that actually sounds like a really pleasant dream, as spooky as it was.  I'm sure she just recognized your particular smell (I'm not saying you stink or anyting! ... I think).

Similar to Zeej's anecdote, I woke up to the sound of church bells this morning (well, sort of ... my cell phone alarm woke me up, but I dozed off for a few minutes).  Anywho, I was pretty confused (and probably still in a dreamy state), given that there are no churches near my apartment, and the only church with a bell (as far as I know) is all the way across town.  So I was looking out the window for a minute, trying to figure out what was going on ... until I realized that it was the classical music playing on the radio (I've been intentionally leaving it on lately).  Despite the confusion, it's actually not a bad way to wake up.  Now, if only I could have a dream for once ...

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This morning, I dreamed that the TV show at my school was changing format or something, so they rented out a really big studio/eating hall/golf course for the day's broadcast to celebrate. After we were finished, I noticed that there were giant pieces of peanut brittle (about one square meter, each) at various places of the golf course outside. Hurriedly, I ran out, but I didn't find any peanut brittle. This made me very sad. Also, all of the sudden, it was a cemetary. I called my uncle out to help me find the peanut brittle, but he couldn't find any, either. Then there was a poem about missing a phone call about Futurama in German. Cue the dancing rats.

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I dreamed that I got married to the scary Mexican cartoon guy in the trenchcoat that all the scary people with lots of body piercings like so much; and we lived in a giant house with no furniture and I drew on his stuff with crayon so he locked me in the closet.  I was somehow transported to a haunted house by a lake and was sent on a quest to find the soup ladel that killed Smamra Morgan.

My aunt--and I don't have an aunt--died because my father pushed her into the lake. My grandmother made me kiss safety pins that were in a sandbox full of dirt until she came back to life.  She didn't come back to life anyway, and I lost the relay race that I was trying to win.

I stumbled upon ancient ruins where the first Olympic Games were held.  All the men there were sent off into battle and all the women in the village had to stay home.  Some of the women tried to go into battle too but the guys in charge beat them up with baseball bats.  There was a hanging in the village square that day, and moon-shaped baskets were outlawed.  I had to do the laundry.  Then I got fused to the lady they hanged, and she, who was also me, came back to life and killed everybody.  Then she drowned herself, and that's when I woke up.

...I was scared, but I never thought my brain was so...um...creative?  In a freaky sort of way.

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Mango- be greatful you don't have dreams where you see people being shot at point blank range and then having to scramble into a van cause they're coming after you..

shit THAT was a scary dream.... I also used to dream about the world being knocked from it's orbit...and our civilisation as we know it coming to an end.... sheesh...
though lately, i've been having stranger dreams..
I had a dream the other day i was making out with the blonde chick that used to be in veruca salt...

that was a WEIRD dream...it was all abstract and painting likes.... and considering i'm not gay, it was a real strange...

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Before i wen't to bed, I was reading a MAD magazine whivh there was a small Sergio scetch with a guy & a girl on a boat, that has somthing to do with my dream:
I was watching an episode of Futurama at a mall, wich seemed to be closed, the episode finished [I think it was " 300 big boys"] so i got up to change it but there was this extra bit, it had Leela & Fry on a boat making out, into the sunset.

The End, i woke up @ 7:20 when my sister was getting ready and loudly.

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Originally posted by airbagfailure:
that was a WEIRD dream...it was all abstract and painting likes.... and considering i'm not gay, it was a real strange...

Welc welc welcome to Moonside Moo n side dem oon side.  Everyone makes out in Moooooonside.  The clocks drip and the faucets sing in Moonside.  Is the art abstract in Moonside?  Or is it only your abstract eyeballs?  Can you see with your eyeballs, or are they made of shaving cream?  Welcome to Moonside.  Edisnoom ot emoclew.

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Sounds like my dads hometown.

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heh... do they have skeeball?

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Why no, they most certainly do.  But it costs five thousand dollars to play.

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I'll take 8!

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Do you think it would really work to play pranks on people while they sleep. Like Duct taping their eyes to make them think they were blind?

Or more relevently to shake them and say stuff in order to work it into their dreams?

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I dreamed I was on my way to Florida to watch a swimming competition for trained squirrels, but Republicans hi-jacked the airplane and made us sit in the back.

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Mango: Whaa? *scratches head*

I had a dream last night that a guy from my fire station, who moved halfway across the country earlier this year came back to visit.  It was very vivid.  I thought it was real (usually I know it's a dream when it's happening).  I had another one, too, that was really strange, but I don't remember it at all. 

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Originally posted by Mango:
I dreamed I was on my way to Florida to watch a swimming competition for trained squirrels, but Republicans hi-jacked the airplane and made us sit in the back.

I have 2 related questions. Do you actively think about politics, and do you think highly of republicans?

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Originally posted by Zoidberg227:
Mango: Whaa? *scratches head*

I had a dream last night that a guy from my fire station, who moved halfway across the country earlier this year came back to visit.  It was very vivid.  I thought it was real (usually I know it's a dream when it's happening).  I had another one, too, that was really strange, but I don't remember it at all.   

maybe that wasn't a dream...

maybe it was a premonition??? *gasp*

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On the (long-forgotten) of alarm clock dreams, I once had a dream that I'd been adopted by a weird hairy hobo who was psychic, and I was some sort of miracle child who was supposed to save the world. When I was in the shopping mall with my adoptive-hobofather, I got kidnapped by Bruce Willis. He took me on to his getaway boat, and then tricked a cop into thinking he was some sort of city official, and was telling the guy to block off all these streets. He was like "Alright, Spadina Avenue all the way down to..." and so on. When I woke up, I realized my radio alarm had gone off and the street names were actually the traffic report.

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Originally posted by Col. Klink:
 I have 2 related questions. Do you actively think about politics, and do you think highly of republicans?

1. Not really, and

2. I used to not care about political parties but ever since I found out Jesse is a Republican I have hated Republicans with a passion. 

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I dreamt a guy in a Lonsdale bomberjack who looked a lot like a neo-nazi sold me acid. The weirdest thing was that he was wearing bright orange boots.

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I dreamt about a blimp crash last night.

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Does anybody else have trouble remembering their dreams?

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It all depends really. Sometimes I go through a phase of remembering all my dreams in quite a bit of detail, and other times, I can wake up, and totally forget what I was dreaming about 

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The only dream I remember till now is this dream I had when I was a kid. In my dream I went to the cinema with my Aunt and cousins. The movie in the dream was Gozilla. It came out of the screen and everybody yelled and started to run. I was really scared and I ran for my life too then I woke up.

I don’t seem to remember the dreams I have recently. 

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Originally posted by ZombieJesus:
I dreamt a guy in a Lonsdale bomberjack who looked a lot like a neo-nazi sold me acid. The weirdest thing was that he was wearing bright orange boots.

Now, did he have those orange boots on before, or after you dropped the acid?

Mint: I usually forget dreams shortly after I wake up.  It helps to write them down.  Although last dream I remember having I was waken by a phone call and forgot it while I was talking to the person on the other end (Red Cross person trying to get me to donate blood ... crazy vampires).

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I didn't drop the acid in that dream. Nor did I ever try it in real life. Yet.

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Originally posted by mint:

Does anybody else have trouble remembering their dreams?

I complained about not remembering my dreams in the old thread.  There's some things you can take to help remember your dreams, like melatonin or 5-HTP.  I was worried about side effects, so I never tried them, but I did try taking P-5-P, which is just coenzyme vitamin B6.  It seemed to work some.

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Basically: getting more serotonin in your system. By taking 5-HTP, L-tryptophan, or an antidepressant of the SSRI class.

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So I had this dream last night where I went to look at a house because I was looking to move, and a friend of mine was there, and we wound up locking ourselves in the kitchen and defending it against two guys who were trying to get us.  They were really these odd half-man-half fly creatures in disguise.  I think they wanted to get in to get at some fish in the refrigerator or something. 

So I collected up all the knives and was sharpening them in case we had to fight off the fly dudes, and my friend was cleaning out the ashtrays for some reason.  The fly dudes at some point gave up trying to break down the door and tried various incredibly transparent ruses to get us out.  I remember thinking they must not have had much experience dealing with humans, because they were so bad at it.  At one point one of them knocked on the door and said, "Special delivery from the Pope."

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I had a weird one the other night.  It started out with me arriving on the scene of a house fire in our engine, with three others (which is odd, because our engine only seats three).  The officer on the engine didn't want to do a walk around to size up the scene, so I did it instead.  About the time I got around the house and back to the engine to prepare for attacking the fire, things changed.  We were now outside a large building on a college campus.  The fire was somewhere in the basement (I think), and outside there were dozens of staircases that went everywhich way.  Imagine and Escher painting without any of the impossibilities, and that's what I saw.  So now, instead of attacking the fire, we went up to some room (which actually had a name) in the building to plan our attack.  We were there for some time, and more and more people showed up. 

When it was time to actually do something, I went out to the engine to get the equipment I needed, and there were hundreds of firefighters on scene, waiting in line for their turn to fight the fire. 

At this time, I decided it was necessary to return to the room I was in earlier, but I got lost.  I spent a good deal of time wandering around the maze of stairways and halls, to no avail.  I'd ask people where the room is, but I couldn't describe it well enough, and I couldn't remember the name. 

Anyway, I rounded a corner, and some guy yelled at me, asking why I was there.  I explained I was a firefighter, and there was a fire, and I was looking for this room.  Instead of taking me to the room, he took me to an auditorium, where some guy was speaking to an audience.  The guy who found me told me this guy used to be a firefighter, and failed out of school, and was trying to get back in both the school and his department.  My "guide" told the speaker about me, and I was afraid he was going to be mad because I was a firefighter and he wasn't.  Instead, he was happy to see me, and I got to be part of a trick he was going to perform.  This trick involved him attaching methane-filled baloons to me, lifting me off the ground (even though methane has no lift properties).  I was to cut something, which would cause the methane to explode.  It was very neat. 

After the trick, I decided to try and find the room again, and eventually gave up and went back outside to the engine.  But, instead of finding the mess of firefighters out there, the parking lot was empty.  In fact, it had melted, and was glowing orange, and there was a big crater in it, and there were mushroom clouds on the horizon.  It had been the apocolypse!  Then I woke up.

After the offending telephone call from my mother ended, I quickly dozed back off.  It was the next day, and I had decided to return to the school, to find that room.  All was good, no melted parking lot, or anything.  Nice blue sky, and the usual campus activities going on.  There were nice gardens, a well manicured lawn, and a wrought iron fence.  I hopped the fence to get to the building I was in the night before, and started looking for that room I was in.  After a while, I ran into some people I knew, and they helped me look.

Eventually, we ended up in a boiler room or something like that, and a student working down there said she would help us.  It seemed that this room we were in was where the fire was, although it was undamaged.  It even had hundreds of cardboard boxes in it. 

This girl decided, for some reason, to show us her lunch before we set out.  It consisted of these neat (at least at the time) prepackaged tacos, complete with individually wrapped miniature Starbursts for dessert.  Although she said she had to eat it all, or she'd die, she didn't seem to mind when we stole the tacos and ate them.  And then the dream ended.

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I had just made a new friend from school. Her name was Heather. She was a rabbit that walked on all fours, and had long blonde hair. To celebrate the fact that I had a friend, my mother brought us to "14 Mile Road"- a place where you could shoot bears and kittens with tennis balls. The kittens had toy ponies to play with. All of them were brown, with purple hair. I asked why. "I miss the green ones. They tasted like mint." She said as she lit up a cigarette and walked away.

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I had this awful dream last night that I accidently killed my brother on a roller coaster... I know, it's weird, but it seemed realistic at the time.  Anyway, seeing as how my brother is the light of my life, I woke up in convulsions and sobbing.  Very, very scary.  And now I'm wondering what kind of terrible person I am... I mean honestly, what is wrong with my subconscious?

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Well maybe its that you brother was really being a pest or something. But that doesn't mean you actualy would want to kill him.  You probably just want him to stop bugging you and go away. Maybe you just need some vacation time alone from him.